Ode to my ex.

[ambitious_wench]

right now I'm sending another picture--no, not of me, but of some pretty image of the Old Furnace State park, a stream, perhaps, or maybe it's of a beautiful stone wall.

I don't remember.

there are so many, you see, images with soft blue-grey-lighting
from the overcast skies on that day this week earlier
from a place that I am not at
right now.


The place I am right now
is a cusp.
We wait,
my ex-lover and I
for the man from the mortgage company
to arrive
with papers for us to sign

I get a meager amount.
Enough, though, to lift the burden of 14 years
from my shoulders
and the weight of a friend and friendly lover's gift--

but he has said to use the money to get a place of my own.

Pay him back later.

Is it really time to send another image.

Fingers fly over small keys
(Small Keyes?
Don't be redundant, Edie)

And another image slips silently
into the liquid ether.

--and pay off my car.

She gave me a precious gift.
An incredible, precious gift.

but I can't find the courage to ask her
who her next
blessed recipient will be.

Suffice to say that I will launch myself financially redeemed
into a new life. And that
my friends
is more the point than who she will bless next.

Comments

Bravo Edie!

[mouserz.livejournal.com]

this was very touching, i sit here crying, in touch with your pain, and mine...

*hugs*
-m~

[scascot.livejournal.com]

...there are no goodbyes...
...just good memories...

[malada.livejournal.com]

**********hugs**********

-m